by Leo Barton
'You are so sweet, my dear, so beautiful. If I were but a younger man I would marry you tomorrow. Take them off!'
The clips were removed. Sonia moved close beside her and removed her gag.
'What are you doing?' she bellowed once the material fell away from her face.
'Don't talk, my dear. If you talk we will make it all so much harder for you. We can see that you like your little bit of torment, but you are still a novice. We don't want to overload you. You are such a natural submissive, but you don't know you're limit yet. Be quiet, it is best for you, my dear, believe me.'
Lillian didn't know how to respond, whether to scream her dismay, although in such a big house and it being so isolated she knew that nobody would hear, so that her indignation was futile, or whether it was best for her just to maintain silence.
She was left with little choice however when she felt Everton push his cock between her parted lips for a second time. He had levered her neck up so that his meat could gain easier access inside her. His cock was long if still flaccid, although as he pushed inside her and she accommodated him by moving her tongue along the thick helmet, she could feel him growing in her mouth.
'Fellatio, my dear. You seem a rare expert. It's all necessary, of course, for you can't expect Everton to give you a good rogering unless you make him stiff first.'
In other circumstances Lillian would have found Everton's cock inside her quite pleasant. She liked long cocks with thick bulbous domes and a fresh salty taste, as she had always liked fellatio. But before she had always been in control. It had been a pleasure to manipulate a man, slide down the slicked shaft or nibble on the purple tip. She liked to pleasure men in such circumstances. But now it seemed that Everton was not being pleasured as much as taking his pleasure. She was the passive one. She had no alternative but to slide her mouth down him. It was Everton who controlled the rhythm and the pace, levering her neck onto him with the back of his hand as he pushed inside her with such vigour she felt the tip touch the back of her raw throat as she had done when he made her kneel between his legs earlier.
'Come on, Everton, fuck the girl,' Willingham instructed.
Everton pulled out of her mouth, but a moment after he had done so Lillian had the surprise of feeling Sonia's luscious quim placed onto her lips. Sonia had a different musky taste. Lillian knew precisely where to spread her tongue on the velvet folds of her flesh, flattening it onto the hard knot of her clitoris before beginning to flick it with her teeth.
As she did so, Sonia spread her now naked body over Lillian so that her big round breasts flattened on the top of Lillian's thighs. She slid her fingers into the bound girl's vulva and twisted her fingers around, making Lillian squirm with involuntary delight as she felt Sonia's fingers stimulate the walls of her cunny muscles.
The fingers were quickly withdrawn and Everton inserted his cock deep inside her. It was a long time since Lillian had been fucked by such a large cock, or by such an expert. Everton seemed to know precisely how to stimulate her, how hard to thrust, when to pull out so that the head of his tool pressed against the tender flesh of her vulva. He knew how to build a steady rhythm inside her, lengthening each stroke so that it reached deeper, touching the most sensitive areas.
She wanted to stop licking Sonia, but Sonia would not allow her to. She held Lillian in a vicelike grip that Lillian could not struggle against, her tongue arching up to flick against her engorged clitoris. While Sonia maintained Lillian's head in the straitjacket of her hands, she rocked herself over the extended tongue, pushing down to feel its pressure more acutely, Everton fucked her with a mighty force. She wanted to clench her cunny muscles around each stroke of his cock, but because her legs were splayed she could not maintain the amount of pressure she wanted to on his hot meat.
She could feel Sonia writhing above her, moaning at the pleasure that Lillian was bringing to her with the dexterity of her tongue, and this was propelling her to orgasm again. She felt a preliminary spasm pushing through her body, but the ever-watchful Willingham was there to prevent the desired release.
'Stop!' Willingham commanded and as soon as he did, Everton pulled out of her and Sonia pulled away from her mouth, releasing her grip on Lillian's head, leaving Lillian again frustrated that the task of bringing her to orgasm had remained unfinished.
'You are a very horny girl, my dear. But you really must learn patience. Before you climax we really do have some other treats in store for you.'
She heard Everton and Sonia moving around the room, and then she felt some hard, rigid fingers touching her again, this time moving down from the slacker folds of her burning sex flesh, down to her perineum. The fingers seemed thick with grease. They slid further down, to the most intimate place of all. It was Willingham again, pressing his slimed finger against her anus.
'What are you doing?' she said indignantly, but as she did so she felt the fingers jab inside her.
'I told you, the more you talk the harder it is going to be for you. Just shut up and you'll be okay, my dear.'
She decided not to respond. The fingers were deep inside now, she felt them expanding in the channel, pushing out inside her. If it was not for the idea that it was Willingham's fingers touching her like that, she might have found the sensation pleasing. It was certainly unusual.
'Oh, you like it, don't you, Lillian?'
'No, no, I don't.'
'Yes you do,' he said, jabbing his forefinger into her even more deeply, Lillian unable to stop herself moaning with pleasure. 'Don't lie to me.'
She did not reply. She concentrated her mind on the sensation of Willingham's fingers and the terrible ambivalence inside her. Yes, she did like it. She liked the way his slippery fingers squirmed inside her, stretching the thin membrane, but she did not like Willingham. Willingham was despicable, that horrible way he tried to control everybody, not only her, but Everton and Sonia as well.
'You will enjoy this as well, my dear. Pass me the beads.'
'What are you going to do?' she said defiantly.
'Patience, my dear Lillian, patience is a virtue.'
She felt a heavy, hard ball being pushed into the space where Willingham's hands had just vacated. At first it was agonising, the ball seemed to stretch her flesh, but the release when the ball finally entered her made her gasp with pleasure. Then another ball was placed inside her, the heavy object burning on the soreness that the first ball had created, and again the release, every bit as powerful as before.
'You see, you love it. Really for such a lusty girl your experience with sex seems so appallingly limited. It is a good job we are here to educate.'
As he talked another three balls were inserted inside her.
'But this really is just where the fun begins.' When he had finished speaking, with a hefty tug he pulled each of the balls out. She had never felt such a thing before, such a tremendous mingling of pain and pleasure. It felt like she would explode with the intense pressure that Willingham was creating. When the last ball was removed from her she let out a piercing shriek.
'Don't make such a fuss, Lillian. Okay Everton, take her. You know where.'
Lillian's feet were released from their metal constraints, then her legs were pushed into the air before her knees were pressed hard against her breasts. She felt Everton push inside her, not as he had done before, but between the cleft of her bottom and finally inserted inside her anus.
'Don't be so gentle with the girl; fuck her hard, for goodness sake.'
Everton jabbed inside her much harder than he had done before. Again their was that admixture of pain and pleasure as she felt his hot meat deep inside, his gloved hands pressing down on the back of her thighs flattening her breasts. She had never felt anything quite as powerful before.
As Everton hammered away at her, Sonia reached under her legs and began to suck hard on her clitoris.
'Take me, Lillian, take me in your mouth.' It was Willingham speaking, kneeling over her head with his erect cock flopping into her fa
ce.
She would do anything now willingly as long as she was at last permitted to have her orgasm. Nothing was going to stop that. She took Willingham's shaft deep inside her mouth and began sucking on him avidly. She had never taken such an old man's cock inside her before, and she was surprised with how strong he seemed and how thick he was. If she did not know it was Willingham's cock she would have thought it belonged to a man much younger.
Everton was fucking her hard still. She could hear him grunting above her. She could also feel the perspiration of his body dripping onto her. It was too much. Her clitoris seemed to have grown to a gargantuan size as Sonia continued to suck on her.
The pressure continued to grow inside her. She knew she was coming. Her whole body writhed as Everton shot his seed deep, propelling her over the brink of her own orgasm. She grasped Willingham's cock between her teeth with such force that it released his own ejaculation. As she felt the electric pulse of her own orgasm she felt the heat of his seed exploding inside her. Willingham grasped her head between his hands as Everton's fingers dug into the sensitive flesh of her thighs.
Lillian wrestled her mouth free from Willingham's grip to give vocal vent to the intensity of her feeling.
Her breathing still heavy, she lay motionless on the bed. After a time she was freed from the chains that had tied her, and the blindfold was removed.
Lillian's eyes flashed to Everton and Sonia. Everton looked at her with a calm indifference.
'It is exciting to have an old man's cock in you, a disgusting, despicable man like me sticking my fingers up you like that.'
Lillian was totally amazed by the arrogance of the man. Now that she had been sexually sated, she realised just how much she despised him.
'You are quite a revolting human being, aren't you Lord Willingham.'
'Am I? Well I am afraid we don't allow our guests to speak to us like that. Hasn't Mr Everton here already explained? You are not to talk to us like that because if you do you will be whipped good and hard.' Willingham turned to Everton. 'Get the crop.'
Again Lillian wanted to protest but she knew she really didn't have any choice.
'Kneel on the chair, my dear.'
'No, I won't!' Lillian said defiantly.
'So far, Lillian, you are to receive six lashes. If you refuse to do what I tell you it will be more. Think about it. You have precisely until Everton returns with the crop and I think I can already hear him climbing the stairs. What is it to be? Six lashes or ten?'
She knew that Willingham was serious, but her body refused to move. She could not give in to them like this.
Everton opened the door.
'It's going to be much worse. I really do think I am going to enjoy educating you, Lillian.'
She let Everton pull her up from the bed and position her on the chair. Tears were forming again in her eyes. Willingham came to stand in front of her. He tilted her head upwards so that Lillian had no option but to stare at him. She looked deeply into his eyes but she could see nothing there but malice and hatred.
'Ready, Mr Everton. Ten lashes. One.' Willingham kept his gaze on Lillian as he spoke and as the whip descended on her already pained buttocks.
'Ow!'
'Two!'
'Ow!' It hurt her so much, the pain scorching her skin. Each lash hurt more than the last, as in the dream she'd had for so long. Another three lashes passed by. She continued staring into Willingham's cruel eyes.
'Now, Lillian, learn this and learn it well. From now on you call Mr Everton "sir", and you call me "Master". Never forget that. Six!'
'Ow!'
'What do you call me?'
Lillian did not answer.
'Well I think we are going to have to extend the punishment until this young woman learns to be more obedient. Seven!'
Another lash overlaid the pain of the previous six.
'What do you call me?'
She still couldn't bring herself to say. An obstinacy was buried deep in her soul.
Two more lashes followed until eventually she was forced to obey.
'What do you call me?'
'Master.'
'Good girl. Nine!'
Lillian felt she was on the verge of losing consciousness.
'And Mr Everton? Ten! What do you call Mr Everton?'
'Ow! Sir, I call him... sir.'
Her body sagged with the pain. Willingham stood over her, chuckling to himself.
'You see, my dear, you are learning, but why you have decided to choose the hard way is a mystery to me. It would just be so much easier for you if you learnt to do what I said.'
Lillian was no longer listening to him, lost as she was in her own world of pain and humiliation. She knew, underneath her defiance though, she knew intrinsically that as long as she stayed here, Willingham could now do what he wanted. The belt had taught her that.
3: Sex Slave
Willingham didn't come to her until the next day, even though Lillian no longer had any idea what time of day or night it was, or how long she had been chained to the bed.
'Now, no nonsense, my dear. You know it will only mean more trouble for you,' he said as he began to untie her feet. 'Oh yes, and another thing. What do you call me?' as he gently removed the gag from her face.
'Master,' she said, the thought of receiving another whipping forcing the word out of her mouth.
'Good, you are learning. Maybe we won't have to be so brutal with you after all when your training starts.'
'Training, what training?'
Willingham's eyebrows arched.
'Master,' she remembered to add.
'Your training to be my sex slave of course, stupid.'
A sex slave, what nonsense was this? The whole situation was ridiculous. She was a grown woman with a PhD and she was a notable academic. This whole situation seemed ridiculous.
'Lord Willingham, this is...'
'I've been very lenient with you so far, my dear, but don't push it,' he said in a stentorian voice. 'That is twice now that you have forgotten to call me Master, the third time and it is the whip.' He spoke in his commanding voice.
His words chilled her. He was serious. She did not dare to call him anything other than master from now on, although every time she said the word there was nothing but contempt for him in her voice.
'But... Master... you can't keep me here like this, the police will come looking for me... friends will wonder where I am...'
'Oh don't worry about that, my dear. We will sort all that out in due course. But no more questions please.'
'Why don't you just kill me... Master,' she added just in time. Surely even death would be better than being kept like this, like an animal having to do exactly what she was told all the time.
'Why would I want to kill you when I could have you as a beautiful slave? What type of a man do you think I am?'
'You were a friend of my father... Master, doesn't that mean...'
'Yes, your father.'
'Master, you had all those women together...'
'Sorry?'
'It was in the diary, JS, Joseph Simpson.'
'Oh yes,' Willingham chuckled, 'but dear, aren't you forgetting something?'
'What?'
'You forgot to call me Master so I will have to beat you again.'
'Oh no... Master!' The horrible thought of being humiliatingly placed on a chair again and then the sharp pain of a rod or belt on her was almost too much for Lillian to bear.
'Yes, but later. Now stop all your questions. Your training begins straight away. Put on these clothes and meet me in my study. Oh, and if you think of trying to escape just consider how terrible it will be for you.' Willingham handed over her clothes and left the room.
4: A Chance to Escape
She had been left alone unchained and Willingham had left clothes for her to wear, a tight-fitting cream dress, bra and matching cream panties and light-coloured stockings.
It was obviously some test to see if she would try to escape. They w
ould be watching her. And if she did try and she failed then no doubt they would beat her much worse than she had already been beaten.
However, it was too good an opportunity to miss. There was a balcony outside but the French window was locked and there was no way she could open it from the inside. She knew there was the main door in the hall and there was also a door that led to the garden at the back, even though as far as she was aware the wall at the back was ten foot high and had obstacle glass chip. Maybe she could go out the back way and then sneak around the front and then out the main exit.
She remembered that when she had arrived the street had been deserted, but she would only need one person to raise the alarm for her.
Her heart grew excited at the prospect, even though she thought they would catch her. They weren't stupid. Maybe Sonia could help in some way. She could search for her in the kitchen and perhaps they could both escape together.
She quickly put on her clothes and walked downstairs. There didn't seem to be anybody in the corridors. She searched for something she could use as a weapon but everything had been removed from her bedroom and there was nothing in the corridor. All the doors to the other rooms seemed to have been locked.
She looked across the banister into the hall downstairs. There was nobody there. It must be a trick. Surely they were watching her from somewhere, but what if they weren't? What if they felt so sure of her obedience that they thought they didn't need to guard her? Maybe she could just walk out the front door. But surely they must be waiting for her somewhere? No, it was a trap. Even if the front door would open from the inside, she suspected that Everton or Willingham would be waiting for her outside. The house was so isolated.
Then it suddenly dawned on her, yes, the telephone. Her Italian was good enough. Surely she could call the police, but she didn't know the number. Then she could at least call a friend in England who would do the rest for her. It surely wasn't impossible. The telephone was the best option. It would only take a minute and then soon she might be free. The alternative of being locked away under the instructions of Lord Willingham and that horrible servant of his was just too much to bear.